all of the faithful

all of the faithful

have left for better venues, bigger gods

and a more fruitful creation.

only the stubborn crouch here on flat ground

under a starless sky,

waiting for the birth of truth.

messengers move among us

hanging notes in the sky

leaving offerings on the alter

of our indecision

i am arriving at a juncture of

no choice

though the ways are two

(i can love you or

i can love you.

what's to decide?)

i came to tell you

but when you stood up to go

i remembered the taste of your

fingers in my mouth

and i remembered the

sound you made

just before

you said no.

this is a prayer

asking god for wisdom

this is a prayer, asking wisdom

for mercy